*Back for now. Probably still gonna be a bit on and off.*
*Anyways, characters, 'cuz RP, right?*
Yazrin is training.
Iralias and Orchid are with Ella.
Phantom is swimming in the lake.
Elendon is flying over the forest, his luminous wings easily visible.
Kat'Chka is sitting in his corner, Silversilk under his table.
*1*
Rax watches him, not sure how to feel.
Yazrin is, surprisingly to Rax, training with his rapier and shortsword instead of his bow, and he is spectacular. He is facing down three animated targets at the moment and executes a devastating 5-hit routine on one of them, sending it reeling back before it falls into a pile of armor. A split second after that, he drops into a roll to dodge a swipe from one of the other targets that would've taken off his head, before popping back to his feet, blades perfectly set to parry the downward chop of the third target.
He watches, to not interrupt, but isn't hiding himself.
Yazrin smiles slightly as he deftly disengages his swords from the parry, hitting the target three times, all of them in lethal spots (Heart, throat, and head.) Before spinning and engaging the third target. Can I help you? He asks telepathically as he blocks a thrust from the final target.
Uh, no, sorry. Uh, nice blade skills.
He chuckles slightly, spinning as he disengages from this final target, stabbing it three times in the side, and dancing away from the lumbering countering slash it launches at Yazrin.
Uh, I, want to say sorry.
For what? He says, hitting the target with another furious three-stroke routine, dropping it as well.
Uh, for, trying, to kill you. It's hard for him to say this, especially with what he just saw him do.
Yazrin turns, spinning his blades with ease before sliding them into their sheathes. Apology accepted, Raxern.
*Back for now. Probably still gonna be a bit on and off.*
*Anyways, characters, 'cuz RP, right?*
Yazrin is training.
Iralias and Orchid are with Ella.
Phantom is swimming in the lake.
Elendon is flying over the forest, his luminous wings easily visible.
Kat'Chka is sitting in his corner, Silversilk under his table.
*1*
Rax watches him, not sure how to feel.
Yazrin is, surprisingly to Rax, training with his rapier and shortsword instead of his bow, and he is spectacular. He is facing down three animated targets at the moment and executes a devastating 5-hit routine on one of them, sending it reeling back before it falls into a pile of armor. A split second after that, he drops into a roll to dodge a swipe from one of the other targets that would've taken off his head, before popping back to his feet, blades perfectly set to parry the downward chop of the third target.
He watches, to not interrupt, but isn't hiding himself.
Yazrin smiles slightly as he deftly disengages his swords from the parry, hitting the target three times, all of them in lethal spots (Heart, throat, and head.) Before spinning and engaging the third target. Can I help you? He asks telepathically as he blocks a thrust from the final target.
Uh, no, sorry. Uh, nice blade skills.
He chuckles slightly, spinning as he disengages from this final target, stabbing it three times in the side, and dancing away from the lumbering countering slash it launches at Yazrin.
Uh, I, want to say sorry.
For what? He says, hitting the target with another furious three-stroke routine, dropping it as well.
Uh, for, trying, to kill you. It's hard for him to say this, especially with what he just saw him do.
Yazrin turns, spinning his blades with ease before sliding them into their sheathes. Apology accepted, Raxern.
*Back for now. Probably still gonna be a bit on and off.*
*Anyways, characters, 'cuz RP, right?*
Yazrin is training.
Iralias and Orchid are with Ella.
Phantom is swimming in the lake.
Elendon is flying over the forest, his luminous wings easily visible.
Kat'Chka is sitting in his corner, Silversilk under his table.
*1*
Rax watches him, not sure how to feel.
Yazrin is, surprisingly to Rax, training with his rapier and shortsword instead of his bow, and he is spectacular. He is facing down three animated targets at the moment and executes a devastating 5-hit routine on one of them, sending it reeling back before it falls into a pile of armor. A split second after that, he drops into a roll to dodge a swipe from one of the other targets that would've taken off his head, before popping back to his feet, blades perfectly set to parry the downward chop of the third target.
He watches, to not interrupt, but isn't hiding himself.
Yazrin smiles slightly as he deftly disengages his swords from the parry, hitting the target three times, all of them in lethal spots (Heart, throat, and head.) Before spinning and engaging the third target. Can I help you? He asks telepathically as he blocks a thrust from the final target.
Uh, no, sorry. Uh, nice blade skills.
He chuckles slightly, spinning as he disengages from this final target, stabbing it three times in the side, and dancing away from the lumbering countering slash it launches at Yazrin.
Uh, I, want to say sorry.
For what? He says, hitting the target with another furious three-stroke routine, dropping it as well.
Uh, for, trying, to kill you. It's hard for him to say this, especially with what he just saw him do.
Yazrin turns, spinning his blades with ease before sliding them into their sheathes. Apology accepted, Raxern.
I, I actually don't use that name anymore. . .
He smiles slightly. Well, I am still Yazrin. Would you like to try a first meeting over again?
*Back for now. Probably still gonna be a bit on and off.*
*Anyways, characters, 'cuz RP, right?*
Yazrin is training.
Iralias and Orchid are with Ella.
Phantom is swimming in the lake.
Elendon is flying over the forest, his luminous wings easily visible.
Kat'Chka is sitting in his corner, Silversilk under his table.
*1*
Rax watches him, not sure how to feel.
Yazrin is, surprisingly to Rax, training with his rapier and shortsword instead of his bow, and he is spectacular. He is facing down three animated targets at the moment and executes a devastating 5-hit routine on one of them, sending it reeling back before it falls into a pile of armor. A split second after that, he drops into a roll to dodge a swipe from one of the other targets that would've taken off his head, before popping back to his feet, blades perfectly set to parry the downward chop of the third target.
He watches, to not interrupt, but isn't hiding himself.
Yazrin smiles slightly as he deftly disengages his swords from the parry, hitting the target three times, all of them in lethal spots (Heart, throat, and head.) Before spinning and engaging the third target. Can I help you? He asks telepathically as he blocks a thrust from the final target.
Uh, no, sorry. Uh, nice blade skills.
He chuckles slightly, spinning as he disengages from this final target, stabbing it three times in the side, and dancing away from the lumbering countering slash it launches at Yazrin.
Uh, I, want to say sorry.
For what? He says, hitting the target with another furious three-stroke routine, dropping it as well.
Uh, for, trying, to kill you. It's hard for him to say this, especially with what he just saw him do.
Yazrin turns, spinning his blades with ease before sliding them into their sheathes. Apology accepted, Raxern.
I, I actually don't use that name anymore. . .
He smiles slightly. Well, I am still Yazrin. Would you like to try a first meeting over again?
Uh, sure. He walks up, a little cautious, "Hi, I'm Rax."
*Back for now. Probably still gonna be a bit on and off.*
*Anyways, characters, 'cuz RP, right?*
Yazrin is training.
Iralias and Orchid are with Ella.
Phantom is swimming in the lake.
Elendon is flying over the forest, his luminous wings easily visible.
Kat'Chka is sitting in his corner, Silversilk under his table.
*1*
Rax watches him, not sure how to feel.
Yazrin is, surprisingly to Rax, training with his rapier and shortsword instead of his bow, and he is spectacular. He is facing down three animated targets at the moment and executes a devastating 5-hit routine on one of them, sending it reeling back before it falls into a pile of armor. A split second after that, he drops into a roll to dodge a swipe from one of the other targets that would've taken off his head, before popping back to his feet, blades perfectly set to parry the downward chop of the third target.
He watches, to not interrupt, but isn't hiding himself.
Yazrin smiles slightly as he deftly disengages his swords from the parry, hitting the target three times, all of them in lethal spots (Heart, throat, and head.) Before spinning and engaging the third target. Can I help you? He asks telepathically as he blocks a thrust from the final target.
Uh, no, sorry. Uh, nice blade skills.
He chuckles slightly, spinning as he disengages from this final target, stabbing it three times in the side, and dancing away from the lumbering countering slash it launches at Yazrin.
Uh, I, want to say sorry.
For what? He says, hitting the target with another furious three-stroke routine, dropping it as well.
Uh, for, trying, to kill you. It's hard for him to say this, especially with what he just saw him do.
Yazrin turns, spinning his blades with ease before sliding them into their sheathes. Apology accepted, Raxern.
I, I actually don't use that name anymore. . .
He smiles slightly. Well, I am still Yazrin. Would you like to try a first meeting over again?
Uh, sure. He walks up, a little cautious, "Hi, I'm Rax."
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She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Raphael is fast asleep, completely still
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Yazrin turns, spinning his blades with ease before sliding them into their sheathes. Apology accepted, Raxern.
He laughs. Of course not.
*I don't like, but Rax has no reason of concern.*
He goes back to cuddling them, hugging back, & lightly leaning his head on Raphael's.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
I, I actually don't use that name anymore. . .
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Oh, good! they say, happy. Who are you? they ask, trying to stay on the dragon's head
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He smiles slightly. Well, I am still Yazrin. Would you like to try a first meeting over again?
Phantomizakell, or Phantom if that's easier to remember. And you are?
After a while, Raphael stays to move slightly, breathing heavily
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lothair! Thanks for talking in my mind
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He shifts, slightly worried, "Raphael?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Yes? a voice answers the ex-demon
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Uh, sure. He walks up, a little cautious, "Hi, I'm Rax."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He smiles. I usually greet people telepathically first, so it's no problem, Lothair.
You sound different. Is anything wrong?
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He smiles slightly. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza."
I... Am sleeping for lack of a better term. Need something?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Uh, nice to meet you." He seems a little nervous, last encounter still on mind.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Great! I just usually can't talk out loud, so... Um... Yeah!
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now